Putri Mahakuasa Menjalankan Dunia - Bab 195
Bab 195: 089: Lin Jin city’s secret, the trap-digging brother Ze, domineering online! 1
Menemukannya.
Finally found it.
Song Shiyu didn’t know how long he had been waiting for this day.
In countless pitch-black nights, he had relied on the last bit of light in his heart to slowly survive.
If it wasn’t for that beam of light.
He would have disappeared long ago.
The carriage was very quiet.
Sebentar lagi, Song Shiyu took out a big white rabbit milk candy from his pocket.
The familiar taste spread in his mouth.
Song Shiyu curled the corners of his lips. Untuk pertama kalinya, he felt that being alive was not bad.
…
Paling sedikit, it let him know once again that candy was sweet.
Song Shiyu raised his eyes to look at the apartment building that ye Zao lived in.
She had protected him when he was young.
Di masa depan, it would be his turn to protect her.
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Setelah sangat, waktu yang sangat lama, the black car finally disappeared under the night sky.
Song Shiyu drove all the way to the song family’s sanatorium.
The Sanatorium was located in a quiet suburb.
There was no one within a few miles. There was a large forest in front of them. Sudah larut malam, and only the street lamp in front of the sanatorium was lit up. The only sound in the air was the horrifying cry of an owl, it looked extremely eerie.
It made one’s scalp tingle.
When they heard the sound of a car, a hunched-over old lady walked out. "Bos."
It was a hoarse and unpleasant voice.
It was as if a sharp blade had scraped past it.
Song Shiyu nodded. “Aunt Zhao.”
Aunt Zhao handed song Shiyu a pair of white gloves.
Song Shiyu put on the gloves at an unhurried pace.
Under the lights in the room, it could be clearly seen that Aunt Zhao had a hideous scar on her face, which was shocking to look at. Her hands were also full of scars, and her little finger and thumb were incomplete.
The two of them walked to a bright room on the second floor one after another.
Tidak ada apa-apa di ruangan itu.
Hanya ada tempat tidur.
Kursi.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine.
A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a dirty face was curled up on the bed, melihat sekeliling dengan waspada.
When her gaze met song Shiyu’s, she shrieked in fear and covered her head with the blanket. Seluruh tubuhnya gemetar.
“Jangan takut. You can recover after this injection.”Song Shiyu picked up the needle beside him and squeezed out the excess air from the needle. Ekspresinya sangat tenang.
"Tidak, tidak, Tidak…"
The scene in front of him overlapped with the memories in Song Shiyu’s mind.
In the pitch-black room.
A young and beautiful woman held the needle and stood in front of a skinny youth. “Jika kamu sakit, you have to be treated. Jadilah Baik. You’ll be fine after this injection.”
Detik berikutnya.
The needle stabbed into his flesh crazily.
“Why don’t You Die!”
"Kamu mati! My Son is the only heir of the song family!”
"Mati! Itu!”
The woman was like a madman who had lost control.
Namun, the young man who was curled up in the corner did not say a word.
His eyes were filled with forbearance.
When you are not strong enough, you can only endure.
Time will make you strong!
Memikirkan ini, the ruthlessness in song Shiyu’s eyes that had finally disappeared became ruthless at this moment. He stabbed the needle into the middle-aged woman’s arm.
The medicine in the needle was injected into the blood vessels bit by bit.
Sebentar lagi, song Shiyu threw the empty needle into the trash can beside him. “Has she taken the medicine on time these past few days?”
“I’ve fed her on time.”
Song Shiyu nodded slightly. "Bagus."
Setelah mengatakan itu, song Shiyu turned to look at the middle-aged woman. "Ngomong-ngomong, there’s something you still don’t know. Song Zinian is gone.”
The middle-aged woman sat on the bed with a blank expression.
It was as if she didn’t understand what she was saying.
“Do you know how he went missing?”
Song Shiyu answered his own question. “He was just like my mother. He was burned to death by the fire. When the firemen arrived, the door was covered in his bloody handprints…”
Pada saat ini.
The middle-aged woman finally broke down and burst into tears. “Zinian! Zinian!”
"Apa? My respected stepmother, aren’t you going to continue pretending to be crazy?”
Betul sekali.
This middle-aged woman was song Shiyu’s stepmother.
Zheng Xiangyue.
When Zheng Xiangyue was young, she was one of the most talented women in Yun Jing. She was also very good-looking.
Tidak ada yang tahu.
She seemed to be such a beautiful person, but her heart was rotten and extremely dark.
She had a strange habit.
Sadism.
Di depan orang lain, she was a good wife and stepmother.
Saat sudah larut malam.
She would show an ugly face.
Song Shiyu was very afraid of the night at that time.
The night covered all the ugly scenes.
Aunt Zhao was also one of the victims.